Of poets

Dizzying heights. Last flights.

The rush. Shush. Hush. 

They think there is poetry in death.

But there isn't.

There is only the indignity and tragedy

of a human being gone to pieces.

In life perhaps,

there is still some hope of finding a poem. 

Of poets

Dizzying heights. Last flights.

The rush. Shush. Hush. 

They think there is poetry in death.

But there isn't.

There is only the indignity and tragedy

of a human being gone to pieces.

In life perhaps,

there is still some hope of finding a poem.